Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Suicide,
10cc,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
JFA,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.